Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.

None of the abstract concepts comes closer to fulfilled utopia than that of eternal peace.

The capacity for fear and for happiness are the same, the unrestricted openness to experience amounting to self-abandonment in which the vanquished rediscovers himself.

In the end indignation over kitsch is anger at tis shameless revelling in the joy of imitation.

Culture is only true when implicitly critical, and the mind which forgets this revenges itself in the critics it breeds. Criticism is an indispensable element of culture.

Advice to intellectuals: let no-one represent you.

Kitsch parodies catharsis...It is in vain to try to draw the boundaries abstractly between aesthetic fiction and kitsch's emotional plunder. It is a poison admixed to all art; excising it is today one of art's despairing efforts.